Shameless No Apologies, Please...

 I had a few people tease me a little this week-end about how 

"oops, Janet's likely thinking of a poem!"

 It's strange but that is not really how this poem-thing works. 

At least, not as easily as I wish it would! 

The poem-press has a strange mechanics/mind of its own!

 but that being said,okay, it's fair...

my being teased that anything you say-do-are

 might be used in a poem!

So please accept my no-apologies! 😏

 It's back!! ...'the plush rush of a breeze that sounds like water-fall in trees...

Would you accept my modest ‘please?’

And shameless ‘no apologies’

For being drawn (both hand and heart)

By a palette of poem-art

By the plush rush of a breeze

That sounds like water-fall in trees

By the murmur of an afternoon

That always steals summer too soon

By how love’s walk-talk-grin-tease-wink

Keens commonness with poem-ink

By how nothing is quite as it seems

Where a world of near-poetry teems

And I am dearly blessed and cursed

By being want-of-word immersed

And yes…you, my dear, might kindly be

Immortalized in poetry

Because something you kindled stirred

The spark that strikes the poem-chord

And mustered from nothing at all

The music of a madrigal

Because (p-s-s-s-t, just between you and I)

A poem-well cannot run dry

As long as there are blooms and birds

And tots learning to pronounce words

And seasons stunning us with sheaves

Where we, torn twixt Time’s trusts and thieves

Learn to hold on while letting go

As long as there is sun on snow

Or stars on late-afternoon lakes

Or joy-bursts when we have what it takes

By the grace of God, to keep keeping on

As long as there is dusk and dawn

Or you and I, not yet sight-blind

Moved by moments soon left behind

Where an ocean of ages cries and laughs

With pages of unpenned paragraphs

I ask, will you accept my ‘please?’

And shameless no apologies

For attempting now and then

To snare star-surges in a pen

And ponder into poetry

A piece of what will never be

Again

© Janet Martin